Veemon wasn’t the lightest sleeper, but it didn’t take too much to wake him up either. 

Adding feet into the mix only made it all the easier to wake him up.

That’s just what Zed did. His toes curling against Veemon’s muzzle, trapping his nose spike between them. His other foot rubbing at Veemon’s face, against his cheek and forehead. 

When Veemon’s eyes opened, he easily spotted Zed’s. Even with most his face obscured by purple soles, Veemon had enough of a view to catch them. Only moonlight streaming through windows lit the room. Despite that, the golden rings of Zed’s eyes seemed so bright. 

Veemon’s curious expression quickly gave way to distraction as the toes slid down his muzzle. They pressed at his lips, demanding attention. With more of his vision freed, Veemon could get a better sense of what was going on. 

Ace was off to the side on the bed, having shuffled around in his sleep. Ace was still quietly snoring, and mumbling a little, in his sleep. 

Veemon could also see the clock. It was the middle of the night, a few hours since they had gone to sleep. 

And he could easily see Zed’s twitching, drooling shaft, erect and eager for attention. 

While he took everything in, Veemon was sure to keep his lips busy. Kissing on each of Zed’s three, thick toes. Nosing down to the sole, his tongue pushed out onto Zed’s heel. He slowly dragged upward, across broad purple sole, until his tongue flicked free at the ball of the foot. 

Suddenly, Zed wasn’t the only rookie with a throbbing erection. 

Zed took his time, rubbing his feet on Veemon, riling the small, blue, dragon up. Making sure every part of each foot was kissed and licked, even splaying his toes so Veemon would know to lick between them. 

By the time Zed seemed satisfied, Veemon was in the midst of an aching dick eager for attention, and a happy, afterglow-like mood that feet always filled him with. He almost whined when they were pulled away, but bit his tongue to keep from waking others. 

Zed rolled forward slowly, watching Ace, careful not to disturb his brother. He walked on all fours toward Veemon, until their muzzles brushed together. A brief kiss landed on Veemon’s lips, before the purple muzzle migrated toward Veemon’s ear area. There, Zed whispered something to the little blue dragon. 

Veemon suddenly had ‘red’ added to his blue-white design, a much hotter blush than he had most of the twins’ visit. After a moment of consideration, he nodded, meekly smiling. 

Zed shifted on the bed, turning around, facing toward the headboard. He settled into a position on his hands and knees, then peeked back. He watched as Veemon worked his way up, onto his knees, then knee-walked up behind Zed. Zed splayed his legs a little, making room for Veemon to get close. 

Zed looked back down, to his folded forearms, the purple, small wings that extended over the bed from each. He shivered, head going to rest on his forearms, as he felt something very unusual. Wholly unique, for Zed, as Veemon’s breath teased across his tail slit. A few warm, damp breaths were followed by a hot, wet sensation. Veemon licked across Zed’s tail slit a few times, slow and gentle. 

Each lick after was progressively firmer, working saliva across the tensing ring, pressing some in, making sure everything was slick as it needed. He kept licking, slower and with more focused pressure, as time went on. 

He savored Zed’s smell, the taste, all faint from their recent bathing. But it was the perfect accent to his work, to how Zed shivered now and then, to the very stifled little sounds that escaped Zed’s muzzle. 

When Veemon’s tongue sunk in, Zed clamped down instinctively. A squeak made its way between Zed’s clenched teeth, but neither Digitamamon’s nor Ace’s breathing or snores changed. 

Veemon pulled free, licked, then pushed in again. Zed trembled, ass pushing back against Veemon’s muzzle. Veemon kept at that, working his tongue in and out, until Zed’s reaction had lessened, the tense muscles relaxing and familiarized to the new sensation. 

Veemon got back up on his knees, lifting his muzzle free of Zed’s under tail. He wiped his saliva-drenched muzzle clean with his forearm, admiring the sight. Zed’s tail hole was relaxed enough that there was the tiniest peek of darkness in the middle of the fleshy pink-purple pucker. It glistened in the little light given by the moon. And below it, following the trail of Veemon’s saliva, was Zed’s slit. His cock was still throbbing, needy for attention, a considerable amount of pre drooled onto the cover beneath him. 

Veemon scooted in, gently, careful not to rock the bed. Even if the beds were made to dampen them, he felt pressured with Ace only a few feet away, sleeping soundly. 

Veemon nestled his hips to Zed’s butt, gently rolling them, making his shaft slide up and down the prepared entrance. Zed quivered, the sensation so foreign, but at the same time, strangely pleasant. Veemon gripped the front of Zed’s thigh with one hand, the other stroking on his lower back. There was a little pause, Veemon nosing Zed’s tail tip curiously. 

Zed glanced back, golden eyes still shining brilliantly. He nodded, then rest his head forward again. 

With permission given, Veemon dipped his hips. The tip of his pink length pressed to Zed’s pucker. Being a rookie, it didn’t take much to sink in. A little press of his hips and a handful of inches buried inside Zed, the first shaft to ever invade that passage. 

Zed’s finger claws dug at the bedding. It was uncomfortable and pleasant in equal measures. With Veemon not being particularly hung- appropriate rookie size, compared to the monstrous rookies like Guilmon- and the earlier dedication to preparing Zed left little pain to be found. 

Veemon’s hand glided down along Zed’s spine, until it cupped the top of his tail base. Pulling with thigh and tail alike, Veemon ground slit to anus, fully enveloping himself in Zed. 

They rest there like that, Zed taking a little while to realize Veemon was waiting for permission to continue. Zed slid one arm from under his head, rotating it and giving a thumbs up, before his arm returned to its position. 

Veemon pulled back, sunk in, and started fucking Zed at a steady, slow pace. He did his best to be gentle, angling his shaft to sink in and out as easily as he could. Of course, he was also doing his best to thrust so his tip worked against Zed’s prostate, kneading the sensitive button hidden within. 

It seemed to be working, given the sounds Zed was making. All quiet, muffled as best Zed could manage. A hand over the top of his muzzle helped, but it was impossible to mistake the panting breath and little whimpers of pleasure. 

Veemon leaned forward, his hand leaving Zed’s thigh. It slid further in, wrapping around Zed’s shaft. Veemon started stroking Zed steadily, thrusting into him, out of pace with each other. Veemon leaned forward, pressing Zed’s tail further up, getting more of his weight into the thrusts. 

Countless sounds were muffled by Zed’s snout, the rookie doing his very best to maintain silence and not let his brother see what he was doing. He hadn’t expected how vocal bottoming made him want to be. Veemon did it experienced grace, little more than hot panting breath and the sound of his hips colliding with Zed’s coming from the blue dragon. 

Veemon nuzzled along Zed’s tail, finding the tip of it with his lips. He kissed at it gently, nuzzled, then took the tail between his lips. He bit gently, using his lips, rather than the toothy bite Ace had given him earlier. His pumping on Zed’s shaft sped up as his hips thrust harder, the sound of hips meeting ass becoming sharper, a little louder. 

Veemon exhaled, a hiss of breath out his nostrils as he hilted in Zed. His shaft flexed, pumping his load into the purple rookie beneath him. A quiet ‘nnh’ was all he vocalized, eyes shut tight and focusing on the tightness, the heat, around his shaft. In step, just barely behind him, Zed’s orgasm set off. He could feel the cum inside him. But what really did it was the knowledge. That someone had fucked him. That he was theirs, that their cum was marking his insides. He trembled, a few muffled squeaks escaping as the rookie had one of the most intense orgasms of his data log. He felt like he was pumping more cum into Veemon’s hand than he had ever before as a rookie. He could even feel the throbbing, pulsing sensation of his prostate against Veemon’s cock. 

Veemon let out a satisfied breath, releasing Zed’s tail from his lips. The milking and massaging his shaft got while Zed came only fed into his orgasm and afterglow. Once Zed had finally finished, going lax and his cock losing its rigidity, Veemon pulled his hand up. His enormous mouth and tongue came to good use, licking all of Zed’s cum from his palm and fingers in one swipe. 

Veemon swallowed, then nestled himself down atop Zed. His arms wrapped around the Monodramon’s middle, gently holding him. Veemon’s muzzle brushed near Zed’s jaw, whispering quietly to his customer/lover. Zed nodded weakly, and the two slowly, gently, went to their sides. Veemon held Zed against him, the larger spoon despite being a slightly smaller rookie. Both had gotten sweaty while worked up, and were now even further exhausted. 

They slept like that, on the far corner of the bed from Ace. Their plan seemed to have worked perfectly, the other two mon in the room not having stirred in the slightest. They savored the warmth and affection of cuddling, of afterglow, and the feeling of Veemon’s softening shaft still hilted inside Zed.